In the month of November, we packed up our belongings and moved cross-country (and cross-continent!) to the state of Arizona. I’ve been across the country numerous times, since I hail from the Inland Northwest in Idaho’s quirky panhandle and my family relocated in my pre-teen years to the midwest. But this was the first time I’d been to the Southwest.
We’re living in Gilbert these days. Phoenix is minutes away, the weather is almost invariably sunny, and I’ve killed a scorpion. Life moves at a different rhythm now. My husband said he feels like life is easier here. I think I know what he means.
I miss cool, soft, green grass and rain and lush, pastoral scenes. I’m loving year-round clothesline weather, living on a court for the kids to play on, and wearing flip-flops all the time. I miss snow. I don’t miss the cold.
I will try to post some images from our trip, but here are some from around the Phoenix area. There is a different kind of beauty in the desert.
My oldest son riding his bike:
The Water Tower at Goldfield Ghost Town:
Overlooking The Valley of the Sun from Dobbins Point Lookout at South Mountain Park:
Superstition Mountain, as seen from Goldfield Ghost Town: